Over and over again the winds repeated it until the,
woods seemed full of it, and he said to himself:
"Will it always be so? Shall I never hear anything but that again so
long as I live, and I am so young, only fourteen, and I meant to be a
great and honorable man, and a good one, too. And I can still be that.
God knows I am not to blame. Would he hear me, I wonder, if I should ask
him now to take some of this pain away which fills my heart to
bursting!"
And there, on the pure white snow, in the shadow of the leafless woods,
the heart-broken boy knelt down, and with clasped hands, and the great
tears streaming over his upturned face, asked God to forgive him for his
grandfather's sin, and take the pain away, and help him to be a good
man, if he could never be great and distinguished. And God heard that
prayer made to him in the wintry night, from the depths of the boyish
heart, and a feeling of quiet came over Grey as he resumed his walk.
"I am not to blame," he said, "and people will not think so if they
know, which they never will, for father will not tell, nor Mr.
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